It feels like years have passed since I last posted! It also feels like whenever I do post now, it is just for a quick update! Well, such is the life of a mother. Unexpected, busy, and messy.
I’ve taken a part time job as one of our county’s sexual assault advocates. As you can imagine this is hard work, and can demand a lot of decompression time after a training or shift. So far, I haven’t had to work face-to-face with survivors, but the research and training a lone is rigorous and for me, can only be taken in small doses.
When I’m not doing that, I am trying as best I can to be present to my family and cherish them. Getting a first hand look at the atrocities humans commit against one another intensifies my instinctual desire to bond closely and love on my children. To leave them without a desire to look for an imitation of my love elsewhere, and to find certainty and confidence in it.
Both jobs have been equally exhausting and rewarding. As rigorously as predators are planning their evil, there are amazing humans planning prevention against them. My work has strengthened my faith in humanity more than it has robbed me of it.
In any case, that is why I have been so absent. I’m still taking time to care for myself. Zumba, weight lifting, tea, and books have all consoled me and relieved my stress at different times these past few weeks. J and I celebrated our 5th anniversary and have been making some plans to really focus on that success next month when the calendar is less congested. Until then, we are just taking it a day at a time.
Wishing you well, readers! Have a good week.
Why does anyone care what you cook for dinner? Why would they care what you did with your daughter today? This generation is so self-centered…. Is it?
Writing is a pretty common practice, and have been for centuries– specifically journaling!
At times it can seem as self-obsessive as taking a selfie, when in actuality, writing is a way for a person to reflect, grow, and keep an autobiography of their life. Why is this important? Because every human life is important. Your thoughts and experiences are unique to your person! In this millennium, millions of human experiences are kept on the web, immortalized, even. We may not see the value in it now, and we may not ever, but the ones who come after us might. Think about how the world has changed in your life-time. The generation of teens currently in high school were too young to remember 9-11. Wow. Me, on the other hand, I remember waking up to my mom shouting at the television as the second plane crashed into the towers. Maybe, some day will want to know what it was like to witness that. Think about how different our world would be with our the Diary of Anne Frank? I’m not trying to be dramatic, but as readers, we invest our time into stories that force us into empathy with the author, but in the case of journals, they’re not just stories. They are real, raw experiences and emotions of the person who lived them.
So maybe people don’t care how much sleep I got last night, what I made for dessert, or how many teeth Sugar Plum has… but that doesn’t mean my chronicling of it is worthless. Strive to genuinely express yourself, because that is priceless, even if you’re your own audience.